Chapter 729 - 663: Charlie’s Perversion

Chapter 729: Chapter 663: Charlie’s Perversion

A rain of blood fell from the sky, flesh and gore flying everywhere. The air grew thick with the stench of war. She Mountain became littered with corpses, and as time went on, a river of blood began to flow.

The entire war centered around the Snake Palace. From within, an endless stream of Snake Race masters emerged. All manner of Rank Three Snake Demons slithered forth, representing the Peak power of the world’s Snake Race.

They transformed into towering, terrifying Giant Snakes that soared into the sky, roaring ferociously. Their horrifying Snake Race auras swept out like tornadoes, revealing shocking fangs within their blood-red maws.

Venomous snakes never fear a powerful opponent. The cold light emanating from their Snake Gaze signified their prey’s impending doom.

If the snake-rat war from months ago had shaken the Yaoling Mountain Range, then this unprecedented racial war would completely change its entire power structure.

In terms of sheer numbers of masters, the Snake Race, no matter how strong, was no match for the grand army of the other races. But in the face of such a brutal war, no one was safe.

The difference between life and death was a single second.

Wielding the Heaven Swaying Sword, Tu Xiao’an slaughtered all around him. He cleaved a Rank Three Demon Spirit in two with a single strike, and as its Lifebound Golden Core appeared, he squinted and immediately absorbed it into his system.

If this war weren’t for the Snake Race, Tu Xiao’an would have loved it; the number of Lifebound Golden Cores from the Demon Spirits was simply staggering.

He was making a fortune. At the same time, however, masters from the Snake Race were continuously falling in battle.

The slaughter raged across She Mountain. Suddenly, the gates of the Snake Palace Castle flew open. A thousand-foot Titan Snake charged out, its roar like thunder. Its blood-red gaze was so fierce it seemed to tear at space itself as it brutally carved a bloody path before the Snake Palace.

It was like a great whale emerging from the sea; the opening of its maw was a nightmare for all the small fry in its path.

Above, the Rank Three experts waged their war. Below, the ground had become a Rank Two Asura’s battlefield. The pace of death only quickened.

Tu Xiao’an frowned, constantly monitoring his surroundings. Behind his ice-cold gaze, he was deeply worried.

’The Snake Race shouldn’t have been mobilized this early, but I had no other choice.’

The Yellow Demon King had launched an all-out assault. No matter how monstrously powerful Tu Xiao’an was, he couldn’t turn the tide of the battle.

He was beginning to feel overwhelmed. Countless Demon Spirits swarmed him from all sides. None who reached Rank Three were mere minions; they were like buzzing flies—endless and infuriating.

Not far away, the Yellow Demon King’s Demon Qi roiled as he kept Tu Xiao’an locked in his sights, yet he didn’t make a move.

Tu Xiao’an knew that the sinister Weasel wanted to use these Rank Three Demon Spirits to tie him down while waiting for an opening to deliver a fatal blow.

With the Yellow Demon King watching, Tu Xiao’an felt constrained in all his actions. That bastard stared at him from a distance like a Fierce Ghost, making his skin crawl.

This wasn’t one of the Yellow Demon King’s clones. This was his true body, representing the Cultivation of a Demon King at Rank Three Peak.

He was the single greatest fighting force in the world at present.

"Yellow Demon King! If you’ve got the guts, come and fight me! What kind of skill is sending these Demon Spirits to their deaths?"

As Tu Xiao’an roared, countless dark figures shot toward him. Even with the Five-headed Evil Snake’s five Snake Heads frantically Devouring them, it was still overwhelmed.

"Snake Demon King, feeling scared now, are we? You ruined my plans in Wencheng and even killed one of my clones. Today, we will settle this debt... slowly."

As he spoke, the Yellow Demon King’s left hand suddenly formed a claw, and a blinding light erupted from it.

Tu Xiao’an instantly sensed the danger. A massive Dragon claw materialized above his head and slammed down on him.

"Break!"

With a mighty swing of his Heaven Swaying Sword, Tu Xiao’an unleashed a brilliant wave of Sword Qi that shattered the Dragon claw.

The Yellow Demon King let out a sinister cackle, not caring in the least. He was just messing with his opponent.

"You want to settle the score? Then come at me! What kind of coward attacks from the sidelines?"

In truth, Tu Xiao’an wasn’t very confident about a direct confrontation with the Yellow Demon King.

But he knew that their only hope of victory lay in him facing the Yellow Demon King directly.

But right now, Tu Xiao’an was bogged down by these Demon Spirits. Killing a few Rank Three Demon Spirits was meaningless in the grand scheme of things.

The longer this dragged on, the greater the Snake Race’s losses would be. In a massive battle like this, even a Demon King could meet a violent end with a single careless mistake.

The more masters the Snake Race lost, the more the enemy’s strength would grow in comparison, leading to the Snake Race’s complete annihilation.

It all came down to the same thing: they were in no position to fight a war of attrition against the grand army of the races.

Besides, it was impossible for Tu Xiao’an to kill every last Demon in the opposing army. He simply wasn’t capable of it. Their numbers were so vast they seemed endless, inexhaustible.

"Charlie, get out here!"

At Tu Xiao’an’s command, a colossal, ancient tree radiating a dense, plant-like aura erupted from the ground in front of the Snake Palace. It soared into the sky like a tall and sturdy giant, its branches spreading out like a massive green umbrella to shield the Snake Palace behind it.

It was Tree Demon Charlie, a mutated plant-type at Level 32. He possessed the Heaven and Earth Wood Element and a miraculous Healing Ability.

"Master, did you bring Charlie out here to die?"

The moment the massive tree appeared, it saw countless dark figures swooping in, their Demon Spirit Qi boiling and distorting the space around them. Terrified, the tree sprouted countless thick vines and whipped them about frantically, swatting the dark figures out of the air.

"Little Charlie, you and the Evil Snake protect the Snake Palace!"

’I have to go on the offensive. I can’t just keep defending. The Snake Race can’t afford a prolonged fight.’

"Master, Charlie can’t do it!"

Faced with such a massive racial war, the incomparably huge tree trembled in fear. After all, it was only Level 32.

Essentially, cannon fodder Level.